"Lord Nalant, as both a lord and a High Priest, of course you must be busy!"
"Besides, you've already sent us an enormous amount of supplies. We're too moved even to thank you properly—you needn't blame yourself like this!"
"Yes, Lord Nalant. After receiving your supplies, our people were overjoyed. We are deeply grateful for your generosity!"
Hearing Nalant's heartfelt words, the Half-Orc and Dwarf leaders immediately voiced their gratitude to him.
Their eyes were full of emotion.
Clearly, they had been moved by how much Nalant valued and cared for them.
"Is that so? Then I'm relieved you don't blame me!"
"By the way, the meat we sent that day was gathered on short notice, so there wasn't very much."
"Today, I've mobilized another ten thousand jin of dried meat. Later, each of you chieftains can take it back and distribute it according to the size of your tribes."
"Though it still isn't much, this is already everything Storm City can temporarily spare."
"But rest assured, chiefs. In a few months, the meat shortage should ease."
"Then I'll send some more to you!"
Nalant pointed at the several dozen carriages behind him and spoke once more to the various other-race leaders.
"Another ten thousand jin of dried meat?"
This time, even the Dark Night Elf Queen was moved.
She was considered one of the sharpest-minded among the other-race leaders.
Thus, unlike the Half-Orcs and Dwarves, she had not been reduced to grateful tears by just a few words from Nalant.
Yet when she heard that Nalant had sent another ten thousand jin of dried meat, the Dark Night Elf Queen understood.
Whether Nalant was putting on an act or not, he had at least offered real, tangible benefits.
How much would so much meat cost in gold coins?
"Thank